Most of my long trips begin with a red-eye out of Montreal, and a fair number of those red-eyes put me down at Schiphol with hours to spend before the next leg. …

I loved the first one. Loved it enough that when a sequel was announced, twenty years after Andy first walked into Runway with the wrong shoes, I was equal parts thrilled and …

Everything else at the National Gallery was, if I am honest, a warm-up. I had come for one painter. Van Gogh has pulled at me for years, and with a trip to …

There is a catch with the beautiful Schengen lounges at Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG) in Paris. Reaching them can eat the very time they are meant to give back. Travellers on …

I have stayed at Sea Containers in London more than once, and I have eaten breakfast there more times than that. It has never disappointed. Of everything I have written about this …

I have stood in front of the Lewis Chessmen more than once, and not one of them has ever looked pleased to see me. They are small, carved from walrus ivory, more …